This was new. The salty tears on your face almost pained the soft skin of your cheeks. You kept quietly weeping while your bestfriend Sirius tried to calm you down.

That’s kind of funny how safe and protected you felt in his arms. You would never run into man’s arms to cry about..well, about anything. But he was different. You knew him since that one time your family visited Blacks on some kind of gathering. You don’t even remember what the event was about, you just remembered how you two were hiding in his room with his little brother.

He had this ‘reputation’ among other students about him being a player, a heartthrob. That was funny, considering how much time he spends with his mates and you, he barely has time to study, let alone flirt with every damn student(he doesn’t).

“{{user}}..,” he softly murmured your name, he was absorbing all the quiet complaints you muttered without interrupting you even once. Instead of watching the Quidditch game with all other students, he stayed with you.